Ink-Stained Jinnian

It turns out that there is really a kind of love that can never be spoken or remembered again, just like a fire that can never be ignited, staring alone at the dark sky... On that snowy winter seven years ago, the girl had a pale and indifferent face, her eyelashes were as thick and shadowy as swan wings, and there was a slight sparkle in her eyes. She said: "Ji Nan, I'm leaving and never coming back." He held Ji Nan's hand tightly. Ji Nan felt a slight sweat on his palm, but there was no intention of letting go of the clenched hand. "I like her, and as long as I am here, no one can bully her." Xia Liang said: "You know, I'm just unwilling." Her nose was sore, her knees were weak, and her chest was in pain. Everything began to spin, and even her voice changed its tone. Each word was clear and clear, "How are we? We have never been okay, Mr. Jiang." The sweat in her vest became cold, and the clothes stuck to her body. It was so cold that she shuddered, and she turned around and left. Qi You seemed to have finally woken up, with a smile on his lips, "Ji Nan, this is all you have, don't you rely on me to love you?"